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From poor Midwest boy to motherly Arab woman My name is Amira, and this is my story! As I introduce myself, I must say that things have changed a lot for me from being a regular teenage boy growing up in the suburbia of Chicago. But then met with a series of fascinating life events, which took everything I had from me and changed me into this voluptuous woman in her 30s and developed me into this Arab carpet weaving matron. I was a 19-year-old skinny boy called Jim, with blonde hair and blue eyes. My poor Catholic parents used to be factory workers and they struggled to meet the ends. Once the company they worked for got bankrupt, we faced severe financial hardships. My father passed away soon after, succumbing to the perennial illness he suffered from. Heartbroken and unable to pay for his treatments, me and my mother to take shelter in a church. While the dormitories gave us the much-needed warmth and food during the brutal winter of Midwest, our lives were quite miserable from the debacles we saw one after the other. When my mother re-married, I decided to move on with a new job with the missionaries. There I met Jennifer, the prettiest woman I ever saw in her 30s, and fell in love with her immediately. We started working together soon after in all missions and despite the age difference, got engaged. Things changed a little bit when the missionaries gave us jobs to help with children's education. Soon Jennifer and I were traveling to smaller villages and were getting paid too. In one of the opportunities, we were offered to travel to Jordan to support the missionary activities in the middle east. We both wanted to see the holy places and also to get a lucrative pay we could not ignore the prospect. As a result, on a winter morning we landed in Amman airport. Jennifer was a little terrified with the rugged landscape and the completely different cultural normsespecially applicable to women. The car that came to pick us up for our journey to an eastern village was delayed as well. Due to the long flight fatigue and jet lag, I remember falling asleep inside the car. I woke up to the sound of a few gun shots. I did not know Arabic then, but it sounded like a few men were arguing with our driver (also an Arabic speaking man) in the middle of a desert rode. I saw a man lying on the ground with gunshot wounds! Within minutes, we were pulled out of our car and put into a Jeep. To our dismay, they completely torched our car beyond recognition and drove off. Jennifer, terrified, started screaming, but was slapped hard by one of the goons. When I tried to save her, they tied both of us. We were kidnapped! The next day we were thrown into a room of a two-story building in the middle of a desert. Since we could not communicate with our captors, our only interactions were through gestures when they brought us foodsome rice, camel meat and milk. We had limited water for the bathroom and this was giving us trouble. Thankfully, they brought our travel suitcases, so we had clothes to wear. After about a week's captivity, a tall Arab man came to see us. He said his name was Ali. Ali spoke broken English, but he remained calm as Jennifer hurled a lot of abuses and screamed at him saying she cannot be terrorized and she wouldn't succumb to any maltreatment. Ali came back on the same evening with some good food. He calmly told us that we were in Iraqi territory now. We were abducted with the intention of gathering ransom. But before they could do so, the governmental agents and missionaries assumed that we were dead during an attack on our vehicle with very little trace of it left in the middle of the desert. Due to limited presence of police and enforcement, it will be a bit of time before investigations can begin. Also, due to a desert storm, the area got inaccessible for a couple of days. We fell in a dead silence as Ali finished his long story. This was no good news! It sounded like we were abandoned and nobody wanted to spend time and effort to bring us back. Also, being declared dead means we will soon not have any access to our living records. But Jennifer broke the silence saying, "So what do you want to do now? Take our pictures and video and send to the authorities." "Not in the next six months," Ali mentioned. A lot of his men have been lately killed in an ambush by another combatting clan. He did not have the means to go back to his original plan. He wanted to get rid of us. "Ok, release us then," said Jennifer. "Can't do that either. I may have to kill you both and leave this area." To this, Jennifer started crying. With trembling voice, she told Ali that she was not afraid of dying, but she did not want to live with this anxiety! "Very well then!" Ali said. I know someone, a Sheikh in Iraq, who may want to buy you. All I can do is to drop you to his place for a price. I think this will be better for you than being killed or being kidnapped by my rival group, raped or tortured to death. Jennifer started sobbing again, understanding that she had no choice but to follow the thought of our captor. Ali mentioned that a car will be waiting for us in an hour and we should be ready to leave. A couple of heavily armed men came to take us out, this time not allowing us to take any of our belongings (including passport and papers). We were blindfolded and tied to a car. After a few hours of a painful ride through the middle of the night, we arrived at our destination. As we were walking in, I realized that this house was like a fortress. We were made to sit, on a small wooden bench outside the house. Suddenly, a bearded old man appeared. He looked at us for a minute and introduced himself as Sheikh Abdul, the owner of the area. Suddenly, a man yelled at us saying you should say "Salaam" to greet a Sheikh. We stood up and did that, by looking at the custom of the other men around us. Sheikh Abdul asked us to sit down and gestured his people to go away and called us in. Inside there was a small room with a carpet laid on the ground, a clay pitcher and a glass in the corner. As he instructed, Jennifer and I drank some water from it. He then told in English that he has been a businessman for many years. When Ali told him about us, he did not want to clinch a deal with Ali. If we wanted, we could still go out and figure our way out in the war zone. Otherwise, he can get us to stay in his harem that is run by one of his wives. Since we did not have any choice, we had to take his invitation. Sheikh asked us to wait in the room and went out to pay Ali's men for us. We were "sold" to the Sheikh. After a few minutes, a burqa clad woman entered the room and gestured us to follow her. We were taken through the extremely hot and sunny courtyard to a stone built large building behind it. There were armed guards outside it. As we followed her into the house, it looked like the heavy door was closed behind us by these guards. Here, the woman lifted her veil. She was a ravishingly beautiful Arab woman with large brown eyes. She looked at my mother and said in English"Welcome! My name is Farida." To be honest we felt very relieved since this felt like the safest place we have been in years. Here Jennifer got her energy back. She started talking enthusiastically. "Hello, my name is Jennifer. This is my boyfriend Tommy. We are from..." "Your name is Noor, my darling!" snapped the lady. Her beautiful eyes got filled with contempt. You are now part of Sheikh's harem where only Muslim women live and work. We have nothing but the best standards, that come with our culture and traditions. Since you are here, you are now one of us. You are a Muslimah called "Noor" now. You will introduce yourself as one and follow our customs which you will be thoroughly trained on over the next several days. This will come with the learning of Arabic, learning to pray, learning the purdah and learning to interact with men as a respectful woman. I hope this is clear." In extreme shock, Jennifer asked, "What happens to Jim? This is a women's harem. I don't want to get separated from him. Please..." she pleaded. "Not him, but her! I want you to call her Amira." "What?" Jennifer screamed! "Are you saying you will reference him as a girl and keep him in the harem?" "Not only reference, but we will make Amira a beautiful woman as she grows up." She smiled at me. I was flabbergasted and lost the ability to speak. Jennifer stood up and wanted to protest. But two harem guards came from behind and started to pull her out of the room. In absolute horror, ran and hugged Jennifer, but without food and nutrition I became so weak that I fell on the floor. As I saw Jennifer being taken away behind a large door, I passed out! I woke up in what looked like a hospital room! All the interiors were painted white and there were medicines in cupboards. An IV was attached. All both of my arms seemed to be strapped by some kind of belt. There was a lot of dizziness in my head as I was trying to gather my consciousness. There was bright sunlight outside the glass window. It looked very much like the middle east, but there was also a regular city like noise, honking cars etc. I lost consciousness within a minute and woke up soon after to a noise. The door was open and a nurse came in. She took readings of the instruments. While I tried to talk, she gestured me to stay silent. She also opened the tent I had on top of my bed. My entire body was numb, but I realized that she changed my catheters. Soon after, she opened the door to bring in a guest, a lady in burqa. She came in and lifted the veil. It was Farida. "Welcome again, Amira," said Farida. "I couldn't wait to see you girl." I was struggling to speak, due to heavy medication. I mumbled something and remained silent. I only wanted to ask how Jennifer was. "Oh don't you worry white girl! You will look absolutely stunning, flaunting your curves in three months. With your blonde hair and blue eyes, the men will die for you, won't they?" She turned her attention to the nurse and spoke briefly in Arabic with her. Then she looked at me and said, "I saw the talent in you upfront! Before you could grow as a matured man, I made all the arrangements to make you delicate and feminine! We have given you 42DD breasts which you can feel now. Female hormones will make you softer every single day Amira, you will become prettier day by day! And you know what? You don't have to ever worry about becoming a boy again! I have had your ugly balls removed from between your legs. This will make you cross your legs without a hassle! When your numbness goes away Amira, try to touch and feel yourself as a woman! You will thank me for it one day. Oh by the way, Noor is safe and sound with us." With this, she kissed my forehead, affectionately looked at me for a second, dropped her veil and left. After a few days of initial surgical pain, I was able to wake up from bed and walk inside the room that would be always locked from outside. My arms and legs were always tied with loose cuffs. It took me a while to gather the courage to see what they have done to my body. But since I remained asleep most of the time of my recovery, I lost all sense of time. The nurse and an old middle eastern male doctor continued to visit me twice every day, but that was pretty much my entire interaction to the world. After about three months when most of the stitches and bandages were off, I saw myself in the mirror naked. With the surgical bra gone, I had huge breasts hanging from my chest. They were protruding and jiggling. Also, between my legs, my penis hung in front of empty scrotum. I touched and squeezed the scrotal skin. All felt hollow and empty! Farida came to see me at the end of the fourth month. By then I became so impatient that I pleaded her to get me out of the hospital and the patient's aprons. She joked "So the new lady Amira wants to shop! Isn't it girl?" she asked the nurse to remove my apron and take my measurements. I had the embarrassment of being measured like a woman around my bust. In the next morning the nurse (now I knew her name was Haifa), brought some clothes! She had a couple of bras, panties, long skirts and blouses. She helped me put them on, giggled a little bit and said words in her language. She also tried to say that I looked pretty! As I was reluctantly getting used to wearing women's clothes, I also was extremely stressed and eager to know what would happen to me next. But that ended with Farida showing up one morning. She kissed me and said "Amira dear, it's time to go home! We can't wait to have you start your new life." After months, I knew that I was in a hospital in Iran and I will be taken back to Iraq via roadways. This was the first time I had to dress in a panty, a bra, a loose top, a pair of girls' jeans and on top of that a black burqa with veils. I also wore women's sandals and beautiful red nail polish to adorn my toes. After dressing me up, Farida tied my arms behind. Under the burqa, it was not very easy to tell that I was tied. She also put a mouth gag, which was very uncomfortable. Also, the way the black cover of my dress got tighter on my bust, I felt very femininely embarrassed. As we walked past the hospital reception area, that looked crowded and chaotic, I realized how men were staring at my breasts. Once we sat in Farida's car next to Farida, she instructed the driver to proceed. Then she turned to me and said "You cannot do much to protect yourself as a woman in the middle east. So, try not to do anything funny till we cross the border and get back home. I know you are a good girl." In the long journey we didn't make a single stop. Exhausted after six hours of drive, we arrived at Sheikh Abdul's palace, where I would be brought up as a harem girl. As I entered the harem and the door got closed, Farida and a few other women helped me undress and freed my hands from the bondage. After removing the burqa, I felt very relieved. Another harem girl who looked like a European white girl gave me water and some food to eat. She said her name was Zeenat and she will be my roommate and we should be like sisters. That night I had a great sleep in the calm environment inside the harem. In the next bed was Zeenat. She helped me with wearing a night dress before saying good night. The next morning, I was taken to the hamaam, the bathing place. A lot of topless harem girls were seen to take baths there. Here I sat in the tub and Zeenat massaged my upper body and breasts. She said that I should always cover my lower body parts since I was not a complete woman there. In the meantime, Farida came and sat in another tub. Her beautiful nude body was being washed by a black slave girl. After I was cleaned, I was taken to a room where an old harem lady put some cream on my ear lobes and nose and pierced both ears and my nose from left. Gold studs were added to all of them. It took more than two weeks for me to recover from the piercing wound. But this allowed me to wear the heavy large dangling earrings like other Harem girls. My hair grew much longer. I was given regular henna and steam treatment to give my hair a soft and brownish look. For the first few days I could see harem women being busy at their respective works. Some cleaning, some cooking and a lot of them were weaving carpets. I was told that the women of harem make some of the nicest carpets that Farida's company sells at Jeddah at very high price for export. I was given the charge of gardening in the main courtyard of the harem. I was not allowed to go outside the harem at any condition. Every day I had to go to Arabic class taught by an old man who also spoke little English. Like me, a few other girls were learning Arabic there. Also, I was taught to keep myself pretty and feminine, while wearing Muslimah outfits all the time. Although I asked several times, I couldn't find Jennifer in the group of women. But I continued to search. After being acquainted with the harem, its women with skimpy outfits, the language and culture, it was much easier for me to interact and develop connections with some. Zeenat was from Germany and her name was Christian as I learned. She was kidnapped while vacationing in the middle east. She said that I was one of the very few boy-girls in the harem who were used as replacement for white girls. She also said that it would be extremely difficult, if not impossible to leave the harem in this lifetime before we are old ladies. And at that time if would not even make sense for us to leave. Then the day arrived when on a Friday after offering the namaaz (prayer), a group of women were chatting by the hamaam. Suddenly Farida came and said in Arabic, "Amira, look who is here to see you!" I turned and got frozen. Jennifer was standing next to Farida. She looked stunning in a tight blouse with a lot of cleavage showing. She was wearing a transparent harem pant without any panties inside. She was confused and stunned to see me as a girl! After the initial shocker, I ran to her and hugged her. I sobbed said, "Jennifer, where have you been all this while?!" She responded saying, "You are such a pretty girl, Amira! I am Noor now." This is when Farida spoke! In a commanding voice she mentioned in Arabic, "Noor and Amira, you are sisters here in the harem. You are both devout Muslimahs and you are pretty women. Maybe you bond with each other as girlfriends and have girl talks, but not thorough your past relationship. Maybe you can gossip about relationship with harem guards and even cat fight!!!" All other women around us laughed as we remained frozen at the embarrassment of reuniting as two harem girls. The other women told us that we should always call each other with our new names or as sisters. It seemed everyone knew our story already and that made both of us feel extremely humiliated. We were then taken to the hamaam to take bath. SoonI was naked in front of naked Noor in the hamaam! She actually complimented my body and said in Arabic, "Sister Amira, you are such a stunning woman." When I was stripped completely naked, two women actually caught my small penis, but they were relieved to see that my testicles were gone. Zeenat and Noor both sat there nude and showed that they both have been tattooed their names in Arabic under their left breasts. At this point Zeenat pulled up my heavy left breast and showed where my tattoo should be. Amidst all of these, all other harem women were laughing in their shrill voice to see how I have been humiliated and made into a feminine looking non-male. Then an elderly Arab woman with large eyes, beautiful lips and large rounded breasts and butt called Kareema came up to see me. Other women said that she was a boy before being feminized in the harem. She looked and acted so extremely feminine that I could not tell that she was ever a male. She briefly talked to me and Noor in Arabic. Later we learned that she was extremely good at cooking as a boy in a local kitchen. Sheikh and one of his wives liked him, got him a job of cooking and transformed him into a female so that she stays in the harem as a matron for the kitchen staff. Kareema hugged me and Noor and went back to the kitchen a few minutes later. From what I understood, Noor and I will see each other sometimes since she lives in a different quarter of the harem. Zeenat turned out to be a true gossip girl. She knew about the harem's politics and several other dynamics. According to her the women who control the harem are Sheikh Abdul's four wives who are called as "hoors" or angels. These women are extremely beautiful and dedicated to Sheikh. Farida is one of the angels. Sheikh himself trades women with other middle eastern traders and had the last say on all decisions. Zeenat also mentioned that out of the four angels, one is fifty plus years old and she is the senior most of all of Sheikh's wives and is called the matron of the harem. I would be introduced to her soon as she wanted to see how the boy girl was progressing. In the next couple of daysI prepared to meet with the matron. I was told that she should be called as the mother. I must obey her and try to speak with her in Arabic. A few other girls will also be introduced to the mother along with Noor and I. In the meantime, my Arabic name Amira was tattooed under the nipple of my left breast in green. Both my nipples were tattooed in pink color and my areolae looked much larger after I was done. Thankfully it was a woman who did the tattoo so that I didn't have to feel embarrassed. The next step was to get our navels pierced. I got a white diamond stud attached to my navel. Noor got an emerald attached to her navel. After this we were told that we must always display our navel and wear appropriate clothes to flaunt them. Finally, the day came when the matron visited our quarters. She was a very pretty matured woman with a beautiful round face, large eyes, very large breasts with ample cleavage, narrow waste and very shapely legs. She sported best of class golden jewelriesdangling earrings, bangles, belly button jewelry and toe rings. A few younger harem girls came with her with some food and dresses for us. As instructed, we all were wearing tight blouses, revealing our protruding nipples, transparent harem pants with no panties, and soft silk shoes. We also had to wear a golden belt around our wastes. Our arms were loosely chained with the belt as part of a little bondage the matron mandated for us. Farida introduced all of us and told a little bit of history on us to the matron (fondly called as Ammi by harem women). Ammi was happy to see two white girls (Noor and I) to join Harem. She mentioned that Sheik Abdul long cherished the beauty and grace of white girls and would definitely want us to be contributing members of the harem. Then she praised Farida for doing a great job on changing my appearance. Then she wanted all the girls to undress. Within the harem, most women already became comfortable stripping in front of each other. While Farida unbuttoned our tiny blouses to reveal our breasts, Ammi took a critical look at each pair. When everyone pulled down their harem pants, she praised the shape and cleanliness of all vaginas that she saw. I was the last one to inspect. She saw my tiny cock and said to me, "Amira, you are beautiful. You just need to become a complete female like your sisters here. I would love to see you blend well with the other girls, so it feels right for you and for us." I remained silent. Farida did not ask me before changing me into this female form. But since I am not a man anymore, it hardly made a difference for me. I gestured that I didn't really care. Ammi immediately turned towards Farida and clarified her intent. She wanted Farida to arrange for my surgery so that I am given a vagina like all other girls. She also said that once I am healed, I, along with Noor and other new recruits should go through the harem women's sports and get used to them. Noor probably had an idea of what that meant. I did see the dread in her eyes when Ammi mentioned this. Farida took me back to a different hospital this time. She did not come by herself, but arranged for a car. I was wheeled in and several days later I woke up to find Farida and a nurse looking at me. I heard that it took four months for me to gain consciousness due to some complications. The space between my legs was heavily bandaged and swollen. Later I was given several dilators to practice with. The nurse helped me a couple of times and said I need to use these every day to gradually open the canal of my new vagina till I start having sex with men! At the first look I was quite scared by its appearance. But within weeks the wounds went away and a pretty large vaginal cleft with ample labia became visible. As Farida wanted, all public hairs were removed. It looked like a little girl's puffy vagina. After returning to Sheikh Abdul's harem, Ammi wanted me to come to accept my femininity through several means. I was given several tasks to perform as a female. One of them was to learn to ride horses as a nude woman. While my vagina was being stimulated on the back of the horse, my large breasts jiggled with every gallop. To make it worse, a lot of harem women and some men whistled and laughed to add to my humiliation. The next week was when the girls' sports were played for the entertainment of outsiders who are significantly men. In a small stadium, a few women had to compete in sprinting, wrestling etc. by being completely naked. As several women started running with their boobs, thighs and butts jiggling, the audience took great pleasure. The winner got prices in the form of golden rings on nipples. One harem girl called Rania, won three events and she sported two gold rings on each of her tits. The third was used on her nose as a nose ring. As she was winning and was being rewarded like that in public, it was extremely embarrassing for us. Finally, there was the soccer match between the two quarters. We wore football boots, but our arms were tightly tied behind our backs in reverse prayer position. We all looked from the front like armless women running with heaving breasts. I managed to score a goal. As a reward, they gave me a silver ring pierced through my right tit! The next morning Farida came to see us and congratulate us on our performance. Apparently, the other sheikhs who were in the audience, decided to sponsor many such events in the future. Next morning in our room, I saw Noor and Zeenat chatting anxiously with each other. Zeenat had to leave to take care of some kitchen work immediately. Noor seemed very stressed and started crying. I hugged her and tried to understand what was going on. She looked very weak and broken. She disclosed that one of the Sheikhs from the audience liked her and wanted to buy her as her fourth wife. This was extremely shocking to her, but I could not believe that Noor would be gone from my life like this. We both started sobbing. On a very intense moment our lips locked. But she immediately withdrew and looked at me with eyes filled with tear. I consoled her saying it was ok, since we were lovers. Then she started yelling at me saying, "You are Amira. You are a woman, a soft female with every trait of a woman now. Have you looked at yourself in the mirror? Your boobs are larger than mine. Your manhood is goneyou have a female pussy down there. You dress, talk and behave like a woman. We can only be sisters now, no more than that." With this, she started crying again. I was shocked at her outburst, but couldn't say anything in response to what she said. I only mumbled saying, "I was a victim of this, I didn't want to....." Noor fired back at me saying "then stay as a woman since you have no other choice. At least, my new Shaikh Asghar is a real man." With this, she broke down in tears again. We both remained silent after that for a long time. Then Noor left saying, "Goodbye Amira, you are such a pretty girl. Hope we will meet again at some point. With these cute tits and puffy vagina, you are never going to get back to being a man in this life!" I closed the door and started crying on my bed. Female hormones made it easier to cry already, but this time I felt like my only connection to my previous life was being taken away from me. The following day everyone learning that Shaikh Asghar was going to take Noor as his wife. This man had his smaller harem with his three wives. He was looking to get a fourth wife and he selected Noor for it. He made sure that Noor was adequately Islamized and acclimatized to the middle eastern life and values. Farida was preparing Noor with a lot of nice clothing, jewelry and makeup for the last few days before the what would be a low-profile wedding. Of course, Shaikh Asghar was a man of details. He mentioned exactly how the bride needed to be prepared. Noor's hair was dyed in dark brown/black so she can resemble middle eastern women. All her remaining body hair was permanently removed using electrolysis. She did not have a single hair in her body below her eyebrows. But what embarrassed her the most was a new permanent tattoo under the nipple of her right breast with the name of her husband. She was tattooed in front of a lot of other harem women that made her feel extremely humiliated. She also had to pierce her nose so a beautiful golden nose stud could be worn. When she was finished, she did look like a very traditional Muslim woman in her thirties. The wedding took place in a different town. Shaikh Asghar sent a limousine with his guards. Farida and Ammi went with some harem women to take part in the wedding. I was very sad not to be invited. In fact, I was glad that I did not have to dress as a bridesmaid when my ex was being handed over to a fifty plus man. I cried to bed every night for at least a month after that. Zeenat consoled me a lot saying this was the destiny of a religious girl and I should be happy that Noor found herself a family. The days went well otherwise. Two other harem girls, Fatima and Feroza were sold as slaves to some Saudi tribal leaders. They were terrified of the fact that they might be ill-treated in the hands of their new owner. However, a month after it was known that they were very happy at their new place and are now looking after the entire household there. Finally, one day Zeenat came to tell me that a handsome Lebanese merchant wanted to take her away and pay a handsome price to Sheikh Abdul for her. She mentioned that she served as a waitress in one of Shaikh Abdul's parties and was able to impress this man. In an abrupt fashion, she was gone the next day. I had someone else now as my roommate. This was Veena, an ebony pretty woman from Southern India. She had lots of stories as how her parents had brought her to Dubai and how they sold her as a little girl since they wanted a boy instead. We were good friends, but the emptiness created by both Noor and Zeenat was still there. I was transferred from gardening work to kitchen work. I learned to cook different types of food and continued to keep myself busy. One day Farida called me to the hamaam where I was taking bath. When I sat next to her, she asked me why I was so depressed and unhappy about my life in the harem. She heard it from other women and wanted to know if she could do anything to help me. Sobbing like a little girl, I mentioned how much I missed Noor and Zeenat. Farida said that she understood it and would try to help. She did not promise anything though. A few days later in one of the warm sunny days, Farida came to my room and asked Veena to go out for a few minutes. I was a little scared as if she wanted to punish me for any mistakes. However, she gave me a broad smile and said, "Amira, you will be glad to know that Noor is going to become a mother of Shaikh Asghar's child in a couple of months. Aren't you happy Amira? You are going to become an aunt!!" I put my head down in shame again! My ex-fianc?e is having a baby with another man and I will be an aunt now! Of course, what else could I be with what I was now? Tears filled my eyes. Farida said, "I know what you might be thinking. But remember, you are also a woman and you may feel very maternal to the baby that Noor is bringing to this world. You may not understand it now, but when you see a baby, you will know. You are full with female hormones and you are extremely feminine Amira. You should give yourself a chance." "But what do you want me to do with this news, Farida?" I was a little frustrated and I had to ask. Farida looked into my eyes and said, "Now listen carefully Amira. Since Noor is pregnant and she feels very alone there in Shaikh Asghar's quarter, it would probably help if you keep her company. You may actually like it." "Absolutely not," I said. "What am I supposed to do with a pregnant Noor? Also, not sure if I wanted to see her new married life and her baby." Farida's face turned red in anger. She said, "It's not up to you! I was trying to give you an easy way out of Shaikh Abdul's harem. I talked to him. You will be sold to him this week for a good price.." "What? No," I cried. "I am happy here. I don't want to become the fifth wife of an old Shaikh." "Not as a wife," snapped Farida. "Since you are not able to have babies, you will go there as a nanny for Noor's baby. You will be designated as Noor's personal slave and get to spend a lot of time with her." I was dumbfounded. While going out of this boring harem was a plus, I couldn't grasp exactly what it would be like to go back to Noor, my ex, and become a female nanny to her baby. "I will finalize the deal tomorrow. You will be on your way after eight weeks," Farida concluded. She smiled again and said, "Congratulations," before leaving the room. The next few weeks were extremely stressful for me due to the growing anticipation. I had to pack my clothes, look at myself on the mirror several times to see how I appeared now. There was no trace of the man I was. It was a busty young lady looking back from the mirror. I wondered how Noor will accept me in her new life. I wish I could express my mixed feeling. Farida made sure that I looked good before shipping me off. She gave me permanent eyeliners and makeup. She also started some new hormone regime that I did not understand the purpose for. At the end of the second week, I was given weekly shots in my breasts. I also recognized that my breasts are becoming more tender and somewhat larger. Farida said this would give me a more acceptable figure for a nanny. As my wildest nightmare coming true, one morning I figured that I started lactating. As I woke up, my silk blouse looked wet, which Veena pointed out. I ran to the bathroom to check immediately. To my horror, droplets of milk came out of my left breast as I squeezed it. When I came out of the bathroom, Veena exclaimed, "Looks like Amira is going to be a wet nurse now!" This was realI was made to lactate by applying hormones that were used on me for last few weeks. Veena was already told to keep an eye on me. On being reported, Farida came and hugged me. She said, "You will not only be just an aunt, you will be very close to being a mother Amira. I am glad that I saw the feminine maternal instinct in you and gave you this opportunity." In utter disgust and disbelief, I started crying. But as soon as I cried, my areolae started getting more and more tender and wet. Veena started giggling. Farida said, "Now you will be an even closer sister with Noor. She will badly need you there." I was handed over to Shaikh Asghar's two harem women who came to pick me up. They stripped me naked in private once before accepting me. It looked like they were specifically checking my sex organs. I was told that Noor was already a mother of a beautiful boy. Shaikh named him Mohammad and Noor called him Mo. I will go and take charge of Mo when it would be the right time. Farida got me breast pumps to take care of my increasing breast milk supply already. She bid me goodbye with a beautiful necklace and a few nursing bras that I would require as a lactating woman. Veena and a few other harem women I knew kissed me goodbye. The car pushed off to the new destination. Deeper in my mind, I was hating this transition, but I had very little choice. When the car pulled into the large mansion of Shaikh Asghar's palace, I saw a lot of greeneries, gardens and fountains carefully constructed in the middle of a desert oasis. One of the women accompanied me to the main entrance of the harem behind the courtyard. Once I entered, I heard Noor's ecstatic voice! She came running to hug me! But what has she become? She is chubbier, from the fresh pregnancy. But she was smiling and crying at the same time looking at me. We both cried in each other's arms. We asked each other how we were all this time. Then Noor took me to my room which was in her quarters. I met the little beautiful baby Mo when he was asleep. I was given the room next to Mo's. Noor's own bedroom was on the other side of the corridor. Despite the awkwardness of our old relationship, we talked a lot that day till the dinner time. Noor mentioned that his husband shares his time across all four wives. She also mentioned that she personally asked Shaikh to purchase me out of Karima's harem since the life was much better in Sheikh Asghar's harem. When she brought up the topic of playing the wet nurse, she said she very surprised as she did not ask for it. It may be Farida's idea to sell me for a higher price as a wet nurse. Shaikh Asghar did know that I was born male and was curious to see how this played out. However, he absolutely wanted to make sure that I do not have any of my male parts since I would be living in his harem. This is why he wanted the two women to check me before driving me to his place. Noor and I started to take care of Mo from the next day. We used to clean him, change his clothes and play with him. After a couple of day's hesitations, he did suckle my tits and I was able to nurse him. It was such a great stimulation through the breasts that I could not ever imagine before. I felt sleepy during nursing and at times I felt erotically aroused. At least this somewhat relieved me from pumping milk out of my nipples several times a day. Noor used to stand at a distance with tearful eyes to see me bonding with her baby day by day. She cooed saying, "You are a beautiful woman Amira, and almost a mother now." I had a couple of unusual experiences in the meantime. On one night, Noor took me to Shaikh's main palace yard to get me introduced to her husband. Shaikh Asghar looked like a well-built man in his 50s with gray hair and beard. He looked at me but did not directly talk to me at all. But later when we were coming back to the harem, a guard of Shaikh took me away from Noor and locked me in a room. Noor protested a little bit, then went back to the harem with Mo, leaving me stranded in this world of men. Later in the night, the guard came to the room, pulled me out of bed, handcuffed and brutally chewed my lactating nipples. Then he severely assaulted my mouth and vagina. While I was terrified being violated, I did enjoy the sexual encounter with a powerful man. I did lick and clean to please him. He forced me to swallow his cum, threw me on the bed, fucked me in several postures, and finally dropped me naked on the floor and untied my hands. Then he attached a small ankle bracelet with the guard emblem and left the room. As I was shivering naked and covered in cum, a woman from the harem came, wrapped me in a blanket and took me back to Noor's quarter. After I took a shower, cleaned myself up and got dressed in panties, a harem pant and a bra. Suddenly Noor came to my room. "So this was the plan huh? To get me raped?" I yelled at her and started crying. "Come on, don't be such a pain. From the hidden camera recording it looks like you moaned as a true lady and tried to satisfy him," Noor mentioned. I snapped, "I was doing it out of fear! Are you kidding me?" "Oh Shut Up!" screamed Noor. "What the hell do you think you are? by the local rules, any man can forcefully have sex with a slave woman in the harem. And what are you? A busty lactating big ass woman in her 20s who does not have any means to protect herself? You are a fucking whore Amira, nothing more! By the way, this ankle bracelet is a proof that you had sex with a guard that you cannot remove without permission. Some women in the harem have that." I was really hurt with this betrayal from Noor. Without being able to respond immediately, I started sobbing and looking out of the window. Noor wanted to console me. "Look! May Shaikh he was afraid because you were a man earlier and wanted to establish dominance over you. Don't worry, it will not happen again. But tell me one thing. Did you enjoy being a woman and getting fucked like a woman when he took your legs up in the air?" I was very ashamed and I ran out of the room. Noor giggled and said, "Maybe both of us girls need to talk more about as we do breast pumping now? I am glad that Mo is still sleeping!" So there I wasa wet nurse for my ex in an Arab harem for the next three years. During this time, I only became more female in mannerisms. Mo called my as his second mother, which was heartening. I did become very maternal and was taking care of him. While I was nursing Mo, Noor had more time to look after Shaikh Asghar's carpet business. She was the only literate wife of Shaikh and he relied a lot on Noor's advices in running the business. She also accompanied Shaikh on business deals being done out of Dubai city where Noor's English was very helpful. During these three years, my breasts continued to feed Mo even after Noor's natural lactating hormones stopped. I was continuously getting the hormonal shots and Mo was more than happy to attack my boobs all this time. They sagged towards the later part, making me look more like an older woman. Some harem women eyed my ankle bracelet and giggled at my humiliation. Some asked when that happenedI hated that question. Shaikh appreciated my service. He did test me a couple of times by making love with Noor in front of me and asking me to bring drinks for them in between. He wanted to see if there was any maleness or jealousy left in me and if I would show aggression while seeing Noor being fucked. I dutifully obeyed his orders. On one of the occasions, when he was kissing and slapping on Noor's vagina to get her excited, I felt a strange sensation of humiliation in what remained of my penis (my clitoris) and I peed in my harem pant. I ran to the bathroom to see that I also lactated uncontrollably. Later Shaikh asked me to wear golden bangles, large dangling earrings and necklaces and give him blowjobs when Noor was getting dressed right next to us. I did make him cum. Noor did not even look at me. When I was naked, covered with cum and was trying to run away to clean up, Noor said, "Amira, make sure that once you clean up, you feed Mo. He must be starving as you are having fun here." Shaikh and Noor also used to show me the video recordings of my rape by the guard. In views where he threw me on my back and fucked me in missionary position! Due to the hand cuffs, I looked like an armless busty woman with a few inches of emptiness between my legs where the guard's manhood was being buried. My huge breasts jiggled and sprayed milk occasionally. My smooth skin, the tattoos under my breasts and my legs in the air portrayed an extremely feminine view of me. They also pointed out as how with open mouth and rolling eyes it was clear that I was enjoying the encounter. In another scene the camera captured that guard taking me from behind by resting me on my huge breasts and pulling me by my hair from behind. Shaikh's favorite scene was where I was trying to run away as an armless woman where the guard caught me and grabbed me by my breasts (for the lack of arms). Shaikh and Noor made me watch these only to praise my beauty, to humiliate me, and to reaffirm my position in the harem as a timid and feminine member. It goes without saying that I was once in a while having sex with guards to please Shaikh. This also helped me become more and more aroused as a woman and wait for these nights. When Mo grew up and was ready to be moved to men's quarter for his Madrassa studies, Noor and I were very upset. Our lives were around Mo, which would be very different going forward. Shaikh's 60th birthday came. We attended the ceremony and spent time with several children that Shaikh had with his four wives. The other three wives lived in different quarters also showed up. We had the opportunity to talk to them at length. As Mo was gone most of the times, Noor and I picked up a hobby to learn carpet weaving in Shaikh's carpet shop that was within his palace, right outside the harem. Since Noor was already part of the business, she understood the economics of it already. I took great interest in learning different types of stitching, sowing and weaving. In a year's time, Noor and I became experts of this trade. Later in the year, Shaikh came to us and asked if we could take over some of his carpet business since he was growing old. He also mentioned that most of his premium customers are western women and we may be able to do a better job to expand on his business if we could do so. Our base would be in Saudi, but the trade will take place in Dubai. Noor and I were jubilant to get this opportunity. Also, it has been while I stepped outside the harem and the town. SoNoor Al-Fayd and Amira Al-Iman with their Saudi passport were on their way to the airport one fine morning. I was very conscious since I did not go out in public for ages. This time I was a woman. But Noor seemed to be much more confident. Our accompanying male guards took care of the baggage and lodging. We flew to the beautiful and modern city of Dubai. Noor and I were picked up from the airport by male guards and dropped at Shaikh's luxurious house in Dubai city. After a long time I saw normal people wearing modern clothes, nice roads, shopping malls and tall buildings. We went to the office the next day. It took me a bit of time being introduced to the people working there. They all knew Noor to be the partner and co-owner, while I was the maid and an expert of weaving carpets. For dealing with the exporters, Noor prepared herself in western clothes. She wore a black pair of pants, a white blouse and stylish black stiletto pumps. She was a lot skinnier after recovering from pregnancy. On a contraryI put on a lot of weight and my ever expanding and sagging breasts made me look actually older than Noor. I wore an abaya robe with head scarves as traditional Muslim women. I was given flat pumps to wear as I wore in the harem. It was very clear as who was in charge between the two of us. Most of our customers were British and American women. We introduced ourselves as Noor and Amira and said we were originally from Turkey. While I was sitting through the conversations and deals, Noor introduced me as someone who spoke limited English. After the orders were finalized, my job was to take the designs and help the factory workers to accurately produce the carpets for export. Shaikh's factory in Saudi now had lots of Indian and Philippian women as workers. They fondly called me Ammi; and sensing this Noor suggested that I become the matron of these girls. Shaikh was happy since his business was growing but he always provided his support and male guards to ensure the safety and security of us. Noor and I discussed a couple of times as if we should try to contact the embassy, tell our stories and find a way to get back to the country we once came from. But we both agreed that we had nobody in USA who could recognize us. Anyway, the life was anything but easy there. Noor specifically did not want to part with her child Mo and I lost the energy to deal with any such things again. Of course, there was also the fear of Shaikh's reaction if he caught us during the execution of this. Shaikh passed away five years later with a massive cardiac arrest. Through the legal process, Noor and little Mo inherited part of Shaikh's businesses. The harem was taken over by Shaikh's older sons while the carpet factory and the businesses were under Noor's command by then. Of course, they were registered in the name of Shaikh's son Mo. I was worried about my future as I was getting older and I did not have any means to survive, Noor took me under her fold and decided to move to Dubai permanently where women had more freedom. Noor has given me a place to stay in her servant's quarter that has the necessary security arrangements for a single woman like me. Mo comes to meet me sometimes and I cook for him his favorite dishes. He is growing up to become a handsome man like his father was. A few months later, Noor started dating a local Arab businessman in Dubai and as a result Mo stays with me most of the time when I was at home. Noor also encouraged me to see a husband, but I chose to raise Mo as he loved me as his own mother. So here I am; a chubby blue-eyed woman in her 30s with lighter complexion, a rounded face and designer eye glasses, sitting on my laptop writing down this story. My freshly manicured nails and brown nail polish only allows me to type slowly and carefully. I am wearing fake eye lashes, some light makeup and brownish lipsticks today. I am also wearing a grey hijab or head scarf to cover my long hair as an Islamic woman. My black and white Abaya is an ankle long robe that I bought from the mall yesterday. It amply covers my body, but doesn't adequately hide the shape of my gigantic rounded breasts and butt. As I work on this laptop, my arms constantly rub my breasts. As I lean on to read the words, my erect nipples brush over the keyboard. But I learned to enjoy my experience as a woman I have become. Men often give me lustful looks at workplace and in public places, but I know that it is part of the deal for the rest of my life. I am also the matron of several younger women who serve as carpet factory workers. I listen to their concerns and try to help them at times with whatever limited capacity I have. After all I am a Godfearing Muslim woman and I want to make some impact in the lives of people around me. I would like to stay this way for the rest of my life.